I have very strong ideas about fragrances and seasons. I’ll never spritz Lolita Lempicka, a spicy blend of cherries, violet, and ivy, before Thanksgiving, as it’s too heavy in the air in summer months. Missoni’s first fragrance, a deep chocolately wonder, is perfect at Christmas, and CB I Hate Perfume’s Winter 1972 is, you guessed it, my scent of choice when there’s snow on the ground.
During warm weather months I get lighter and more citrusy, with Bobbi Brown’s Beach being a standby for the months of June, July and August. This polar vortex, however, has me seriously yearning for warmer temps and the glories of lightweight dresses and fresh, clean scents. Just yesterday I dug around until I found my vial of Leilani Bishop’s Lilac perfume oil, which literally conjures that first, heady whiff of lilacs at the farmer’s market in spring. I needed a lively jolt, and it seriously hit the spot. I may be confusing my brain a bit, but my nose is so happy to pretend the calender has flipped a few pages ahead.